Vanessa Bad Koenig Sex Dating ❤️❤️

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Okay, so I’m scrollin’ X the other night—procrastinatin’, naturally—and I see this post: “Sex-dating tip: bring condoms AND a charger.” I laughed so hard I nearly choked on my coffee. Pretty, pretty good advice, though! Battery dies, mood dies—tragedy! Made me happy, y’know, seein’ some wit in this cesspool. But then—THEN—I match with this chick, total smokeshow, right? We’re chattin’, it’s goin’ great, and she goes, “I only date guys who’ve seen ‘The Royal Tenenbaums.’” I’m like, “Honey, I AM Royal Tenenbaum—minus the tax evasion!” She ghosts me anyway. Ghosted! Me! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is not a world-class sex-dating story!” I was pissed—PISSED! Wasted my best Wes Anderson vibes on her.

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One woman shares her story about what it was like to have sex for the first time in seven years after divorce.

I remember one wild day – the sun was kinda shy, and I was on a walk near Lindenallee. A lady, exhausted but determined, was sitting on a bench next to an old fountain. We talked about life’s crooked trail and complexities – kinda like that movie line, “Life's all about the small moments.” Man, that day changed how I see hope.

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